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I arrived in Germany in late 2015, with nothing and no one, save my suitcase and backpack, by my side. I was beginning my exchange, a six month university experience that saw me grow from a little, troubled bean of a person to a slightly taller sprout with a few of different troubles. I remember […]

Memory is one of the strangest functions of our brains. In fact, it seems like it doesn’t even come from us at all. We never think about it in terms of lobes, grey matter and electrical signals, instead, we experience memory as random floods, pouring rain and dazzling explosions from some out there. We all […]

It’s a day and a bit before 2016 comes to a close, a year many have mistakenly called “the worst EVER OMG” (I think it could actually have been one of the years in which this happened, or maybe this). Surprisingly, this will also be the second New Year’s that this blog has been alive to see! […]

Walls was written as part of a Creative Writing assignment at my home university. The theme was on “Boundary Riding”, as in, moving between fiction and documentary, commentary and creation. Walls is my (slightly fictionalised) account of my brief time in Berlin, a time where I cam to grips with the walls that define, […]

I’ve decided on a few goals for 2017. One: get published in Voiceworks or other Aussie Lit. Journal. Two: Don’t start another Goodreads reading challenge. Two and a half: Finish reading Infinite Jest. Three: Try not to believe in the meaning of numbers. I’m going atheist on the whole number subject. In 2015 I set […]

Ne craignez pas ceux qui tuent le corps, car ils ne peuvent tuer l’âme. As I danced, care-free, to the harsh electro of Andy Stott I was missing the news. As I celebrated youth, life and art in one of Germany’s most idyllic cities, people were dying. Only a month earlier, it could have been […]

The world has certainly turned, leaving the country basking in some sort of wearying cosmic radiation. The leaves show it the most; their leaves turning to soft shades of orange and vibrant reds in one last spectacle before they face the grey of winter and then inevitable re-birth. In this time it is easy to […]